crushing against this invisible wall between us, pretending that any hole we make will connect us as one….
an illusion it is, as our ways have shifted and our perception has morphed ….
fading slowly the idealized laze flowing smoothly down the waterfall of broken dreams and platonic heroes….
How can we find a way to blend our clashing nature invigorating our essences to emerge?
How can we bridge dissimilar blossoming paths and co-create a versatile anew life roadway ?
What would it be if we learn to be a different me, us, we unexpected and unseen?
Society still influences the rights and the wrongs of this wonder- full life designed to be preened with passions and dreams authentic as sheen, uneasy but ignited with every moon in the sky, bringing renewal as a daily choice.
We craft our days in heat and devotion or we darken our days in confusion and pain.
The only thing she claims is the freedom to be a full version of hers in this life she chooses to ride under thunder and sunshine looking only for truth under nobody else’s roofs.
she wont hurt your life
as she is only love-made hidden behind the costume of zeal and susceptibility.
coalition or demolition?